Monday, November 14 – 1910
It was not until the closing stages of the game at Anfield that we saw Liverpool in anything like the form we expected after their big achievement of fetching back a point from Middlesbrough.
For quite three-quarters of the game we saw the same impotence in front of goal that has characterised their previous disappointing home displays, and when the interval arrived with a blank score sheet no wonder there were so many long faces amongst their followers.
It was certainly not a day to expect accurate play, for the continual drizzle of rain made the ground increasingly treacherous and the ball difficult to control.
The fates were certainly against the men from Preston, for not only had they to take the field without their clever centre forward McLean, who was taken ill on the train journey, but the game had not been in progress long when the lost the services of Baker, who, in making a clearance with his head, fell and twisted his knee, and had to be carried off the field. This meant a further weakening of their attack, Mounteney having to fall back to the intermediate line to permit of Lyon taking the place of Baker at left back.
Despite these misfortunes the North Enders played with rare grit. The game was by no means lifeless. It was a dour struggle all through with plenty of fast play. The Preston wing men, Galbraith and Thompson, together with Winterhalder, frequently deceived the home defenders with their fine turn of speed. Their weak spot was in finishing power, and the Anfield forwards were equally faulty in this respect.
Both Goddard and Uren frequently made clever sprints, and several of their centres should have led to goals if only there had been greater precision in front of goal. As it was, time after time fine openings were created to be lost through sheer ineptitude in shooting at the right moment.
Probably had Preston drawn first blood – and they were distinctly unlucky in not scoring when Winterhalder hit the crossbar in the first half – the home forwards would have mended their ways sooner than they did. As it was, all the real excitement was crowded into the last twenty minutes’ play.
Prior to the scoring of the first goal Goddard had been causing the North End defence no end of trouble on the right. It was from one of his beautiful centres that Orr steered the ball into the net with his head.
Then Parkinson seemed to realise that his special mission was to score goals, and after clever work by Uren, he succeeded in wriggling through the defence and crashing the ball into the net.
The third goal was a really splendid effort, Goddard was given possession right at the half-way line, and he lost no time in making a bee line for goal. Seizing time by the forelock, McBride came out to meet him, and he did succeed in getting his hands to the ball. But it was only for a moment, and after Goddard had got clear of his resourceful foe McBride had not time to get back to his goal before the ball was placed across for Bowyer to drive into the net. And so ended a ragged but hard-fought game.
As already intimated, the Liverpool inside forwards were distinctly feeble, the old weakness again being in evidence – inability to shoot straight and at the right moment. Uren and Goddard were the best of a moderate line.
The halves played a keen and resourceful game, particularly Harrop, but the backs were only moderate.
Winterhalder and Mountford were prominent for the visitors, and Wareing at right half was a constant source of trouble to Uren and Bowyer.
Beeby, who was acting as substitute for Hardy, who had injured his wrist made several fine clearances, and McBride, at the other end, could not be blamed for the shots that beat him, several of his clearances calling for applause.
The attendance was far from comforting to the Anfield officials, the takings only amounting to about £300.
(Evening Express, 14-11-1910)